“We’ll be there quite soon.”
“I don’t think it will matter. We haven’t been shadowed as far as I know.”
“So long,” I said, pulling up.
“So long,” he said, going on.
I turned round and went back to Grafton Street.
CHAPTER XII
VISIT TO A TOP STORY
As soon as Himself and I had had dinner, we went to look up 47’s wife. There was no time to waste if we were to get back before curfew. I was longing to see her after all this time.
They lived in a top story. A dilapidated servant opened the door, and gave us a peculiar, sidelong look. She did not know us, but she stood aside and made no effort to show the way up.
The house seemed grubby in the dim light of the hall. The windows showed the city’s dust and fog; in the better light the curtains would have revealed the dirty hands of maids who had tended the fires and then pulled the curtains across the windows. How well I knew it all! And then the house grew more and more dilapidated as we mounted. There was an ancient meat safe at the foot of the last lot of stairs with a cat asleep on top of it.